Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Singapore and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Lebanon Hanover to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by ABBA. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
UT,
DJ Style,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wings,
Bill Wells,
The Litter,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Walker Brothers,
the Association,
Basic Channel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
T. Rex,
Brick,
The United States of America,
Josef K,
Deakin,
Maleditus Sound,
Joy Division,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roy Ayers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Inner City,
Severed Heads,
Swell Maps,
Graham Central Station,
Dennis Brown,
Jeff Mills,
Amon Düül II,
Al Stewart,
Ludus,
The Fuzztones,
New Order,
Neil Young,
Guru Guru,
Newcleus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Public Image Ltd.,
Banda Bassotti,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brass Construction,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-101,
Thompson Twins,
The Divine Comedy,
Fatback Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arcadia,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Shuggie Otis,
Dark Day,
John Coltrane,
Ten City,
Joe Smooth,
Suburban Knight,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.